The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you. I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who... Who's mad?"

mad, why are

was in knots, his face flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at the

his lips were tightly pursed, and

the boxes, placing them in front of Arnold. He had even prepared

worked hard." His voice was hoarse, carrying

he met

in front of him. "It's just that my family is here, and my father is sick. I am the eldest son. I have

a fried chicken and took

deeper as he stared at him.

but remember to bring ketchup next time. My

him up, his lips curling in a satisfied angle. "Oh, you're sweet I guess

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

Asher's eyes. "Then do you like the suit

slightly. His dark eyes glinted with charm, drawing Arnold in without his realization. "Is there